Caihua came to call An Yi; life hung by a thread. After being told the approximate location, she ran to the house where the incident happened. Even if unfamiliar, she only needed to search for the house with the most people gathered at the front. When she arrived, Qiuxia grabbed her by the arm and shook her head: "Sister, it's too late."
Gasping for breath, An Yi paused, "How old is the child?"
"Over eight months, and it's a boy. They just went to the toilet, and when they came back, the child was already scalded..."
"Didn't you hear any crying? Was there only one person at home?"
Qiuxia pulled her aside: "Grandma went out to chat with someone. His mother just went to the toilet, and when she heard the child crying, she thought it was nothing serious, not realizing it was something like this."
An Yi took a deep breath and exhaled heavily: "Let's go back. Many things happen unexpectedly; how is the child's mother?"
